This elf world is a bit strange

"..."

Firio's brows slightly frowned, then relaxed.

Not giving the man in black any breathing space, he used his superpowers to their fullest and attacked again.

The eight Pokémon with Mewtwo as the core seemed like an extension of his limbs, setting up an impenetrable net that locked the Man in Black and Armored Mewtwo inside.

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Lightning, water, flames... appeared in endless succession and mysteriously, leaving them overwhelmed.

One round after another, each wave higher than the last.

The wounds on Armored Mewtwo's body accumulated one after another, and in just a few moments, they were so dense that they were difficult to count.

The superpowers that served as the first line of defense on its body collapsed again and again. Even the man in black felt a stabbing pain in his head, his mental strength was on the verge of exhaustion, and even his vitality was burned out.

The muscles that had bulged under the stimulation of Xerneas's life force began to wither, and his upright body gradually became hunched.

Although he was still agile, he looked haggard and embarrassed.

Firion pressed forward step by step, and the giant tree of the spiritual world almost covered the sky. The lush branches were crystal clear, and every detail was a gathering of countless spiritual powers.

Every move he made was filled with terrifying power that not even gods could contend with. One after another, it landed on the black-clothed man's super-energy barrier that was gradually becoming unsustainable.

There was no chance to breathe.

The broken earth and rocks were lifted into the air by the energy shock wave, turning into sandstorms all over the sky. The barren Gobi Desert looked like a desolate place.

The whole world became clearer than ever in Firion's eyes.

He raised his right arm without any instruction.

Make a fist, swing it down, and the wind rises.

The gravel carried by the wind and sand turned into a sharp knife and passed by the man in black.

His tough superpowers were shattered in an instant, including his windbreaker, combat suit, and the skin all over his body.

But in the blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere, and he became a bloody man and fell to the ground.

Only twenty or thirty steps away, Firio stopped and frowned as he watched his opponent, covered in blood, crawling up again.

"Heh... What's up, servant of Arceus? Has your experience card expired?" Even his breath seemed to carry the smell of blood, with tiny blood foams constantly spurting out. The man in black still smiled contemptuously and whispered, "Then, it's time for...!"

Before he could finish his words, his eyes widened in shock and he lowered his head subconsciously to see the fist deeply embedded in his abdomen.

When he looked up again, Philio's eyes were already imprinted on his sight.

The calm gaze was replaced by a surging fighting spirit and murderous intent at some point, and the figure not far away dissipated like bubbles, revealing the small figure of the dream demon.

"Don't look at me or the world with your narrow eyes." Firio's facial features were slightly deformed by the force of his whole body, but the words squeezed out from between his teeth were cold and pointed. "It's just a little skill that you will never understand in your life."

As he spoke, he exerted force again. His heavy iron fist carried the anger that had been accumulated over the years. The man in black drew a bloody line in the air like a cannonball and fell into a pile of rocks in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow of the giant spiritual tree was projected from the space of consciousness into reality.

The illusory and brilliant light illuminates and ignites this dim and chaotic parallel world.

Then, like a bubble that had expanded to the extreme, it burst silently.

Energy of unprecedented scale dissipated in this world and condensed in Firio's sweaty palm.

"Power itself is also a price. This is indeed what the old pervert Arceus gave me." The intoxicating and magnificent power in the body disappeared like a mirage, but Firion's face showed some more relaxed joy. "So, this is the end. Farewell, the 'me' in another world."

Carrying terrifying energy that could destroy the world, the light beam slowly rose into the sky and dispersed into countless silver-white threads in the sky. It descended with the aesthetics of destruction and turned into a polyphony of destruction, resounding throughout the wilderness where no one knew where it came from and where it was going.

"Madge!"

Looking at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, the dream demon's eyes sparkled. He excitedly landed in front of Firion, grinning, as if relieved from a heavy burden.

However, Firio showed no joy. His brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again as he stared at the rising smoke and the burning fields.

Over there, a familiar wave attached itself to the black-clothed man's body at the last moment, allowing him to linger on in a death situation.

Dialga, the God of Time.

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The broken figure stumbled from far to near, like a devil crawling out of hell, exhausted but with a smile of victory.

"Didn't you expect it? How can I not have the power that Chi Ri has? Little brat... you are still naive when it comes to playing with your life and mind."

Pulling out a reagent identical to the previous one from the only intact pocket on his chest, the man in black inserted it into his already failing forearm without hesitation and injected the dark green liquid into it.

The divine power from Xerneas allowed his body, which had almost turned into charcoal, to hold out for its last breath and radiate new vitality, which offset the cleansing of the long river of time and brought about a brief balance.

"It seems that you really think of yourself as a god. You dare to put all kinds of weird things into your body."

Firion withdrew his hand indifferently, took a deep breath, and his companions behind him immediately gathered around him.

"Of course, the so-called God is just a slave who gives me whatever I want." His answer was so matter-of-fact, as if he was stating an irrefutable truth. "And now it seems that the winner of this race is me! Mewtwo, come on!"

With a sinister grin like that of a ghost, he casually threw the windbreaker that had lost its last value and the combat uniform that was left with only rags on the ground, and the powerful black superpower came forward again.

This time, after finally seeing its natural enemies decline, it became invincible.

The Armored Mewtwo, which was fighting fiercely with Mewtwo, also burst out with dark energy, and took the lead with a sharp long roar, rushing to the front.

Even legends cannot provide footnotes and interpretations for it at this moment.

“… a crooked and evil way.”

Firion exhaled lightly, held his breath and concentrated, suddenly stretched out his hand, and Mewtwo immediately understood what he meant and appeared in front of him.

All super powers were instantly activated and concentrated on it.

"Madge!"

Behind him, the Dream Demon called out loudly to his companions. Just like in Arceus' spiritual world, the seven Pokémon sat on the ground with their eyes closed at the same time, concentrating their beliefs on one point and passing them to Firion through the bridge of bonds.

There was a glimmer of colorful light in Firio's eyes, brighter than ever before.

Although the power surging throughout his body was not as great as before, it made him feel more refreshed and powerful than ever before.

"Let's go!"

He slapped Mewtwo's shoulder heavily. With his order, Mewtwo moved like the wind and fought with the powerful enemy. You punch and I kick. The simplest fighting method condensed the most powerful superpowers.

The surging waves repeatedly surged on the bodies of the "two Filios" behind the two parties fighting desperately, which was both a protection for their partners and a tearing with their opponents.

In this small space, the world's most powerful psychic and psychic Pokémon are engaged in a fierce battle that is out of history.

There are no fancy tactics, only the purest competition of strength and will.

The glow of black and blue, fighting to the death in a corner outside the world, are like two beautiful ribbons, interweaving repeatedly.

The smile of the man in black was ferocious and confident. With divine power as his backing, he did not believe that he would lose to Firion, whose outburst had ended.

The extremely dark superpower was like a ferocious dragon, attacking with great force and without regard for loss, forcing Firion to confront him head-on and consume him in the most brutal way.

Firion did not dodge or evade, but rushed forward fiercely, but he was a little more agile than him. With every collision, an imperceptible super power would fall on the Armored Mewtwo, passing through the black super power wrapped around its surface and seeping into its body.

Time passes minute by minute.

The man in black even began to ooze blood from his pores.

That is the result of the body being unable to withstand the power of the gods.

But his vitality was still strong, and the look in his eyes became more and more crazy.

He never believed that he would lose to "another self" who was much younger and more immature than himself.

However, just as he was bombarding wildly, fully harnessing the terrifying power that came from the gods and was forcibly controlled by him with a human body, a soft but extremely dazzling white light in his eyes shone in from the crack of the world.

"Click..."

A slight sound came from behind him, very far away, and he was only barely able to catch it due to the stimulation of his superpowers.

At first he didn't care.

But it only took him a few seconds to understand the meaning of this tiny voice.

"Click——"

The crisp sound reached his ears across a long distance.

This time, there is no need for superpower transfer because it brings the power of rules.

The shackles that bound Giratina broke.

The treasure that he had created with all his resources and divine power in another world was shattered by an unknown force.

A huge aperture also appeared in his sight.

Then, the gods carrying countless ambitions and hopes were sucked in and disappeared without a trace.

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Above Desert City, the bright sunshine shines through the dark clouds of divine power, lighting up this once beautiful desert city.

Arceus' figure appeared above the thick clouds, looming, but his eyes were fixed on the battlefield below.

The waveguide and super powers intertwined to hold up the new pot of punishment. Nancy and Korne struggled to adjust the direction, aiming it at the Liberated Hoopa who was fighting a life-and-death battle with Darkrai, and opened the lid that symbolized punishment.

The unstoppable force of rules did not pour out like a torrent of water, but was like a trickle of water, gently but irresistibly entwining around the wanton attacking demon god, and by the time it reacted, it was already unable to resist.

There was no room for struggle. In just a moment, Hupa, who had just been attacking fiercely, was split into two again.

Following closely behind was the brilliant light that descended from the sky.

On the body of the god who came from another parallel time and space, the shackles that symbolized slavery and had endured countless injuries without being damaged slowly cracked under the shining light.

One by one, circles of light fell off the body of the liberated Hoopa and appeared beside them.

On the other side is a world filled with war and ruin due to poverty and hatred.

There may have been an era of abundance there once upon a time, but there is no trace of that now.

That is their home.

Facing the golden figure that flashed across the sky, the god from another world bowed down to express his gratitude and dived into it without looking back.

“HOO!!!!! Hoopa!—”

Having lost all his power, the demon god Hoopa, who represented the evil accumulated over the past hundred years, wailed in despair, but disappeared in the light and returned to the pot, waiting for the moment when he would truly understand what "punishment" was.

"bang"

When the Pot of Punishment slipped from the hands of the two men and fell to the ground, a hundred years later, its mission was completed again.

In a way that had never been imagined.

"Hu...hu...hu..."

Nazi and Korni were sweating profusely without realizing it.

Her beautiful long hair was completely soaked with sweat, and her long legs were completely exhausted.

Even the supernatural powers and wave power that were as natural as breathing had been exhausted in the process of guiding Arceus.

But they had no time to rest, but raised their heads worriedly and looked at the space rift in the distance.

【On the way, I'll take you for a walk. 】

Just when the two were getting anxious, Darkrai, who was also out of breath, suddenly appeared behind them.

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It has been a complete failure, with no hope of recovery.

Not only that, it has become difficult for the entire organization to escape, including himself.

The man in black thought so as he looked at Zygard who was standing not far in front of him.

From the moment Giratina disappeared, he knew that the battle outside had been decided.

He was well aware that once those powerful trainers had their hands free, they would not give him any leeway.

And in this ruined space, it was no longer possible to escape alone as before, not to mention that strange machine.

A dragnet has completely trapped him, a desperate beast.

But the more this happened, the more he felt his chest getting hot.